Oil on linen | 122 x 102 cm

 

I. We were alone most afternoons. On one of them, we searched my room for candles. We found one that I liked: white with Colombian coffee beans clustered around the bottom. “Eat it,” I said. “No,” my brother said, furrowing his eyebrows, turning away. “Eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it, eat it.” I backed him into a corner with the coffee end of the…